2011 November Launch
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Day 46—17 December 2011 The writing on the wall . . . on the mirror, that is. I have long kept a dry-erase marker in the bathroom for quick notes to self near to where I do some of my best thinking (the shower—where else does a mom get peace?). The artwork is NOS’ third- or fourth-grade Modigliani-style self-portrait.
![<b>Day 41—12 December 2011
This is the life.</b>
NTS wanted to play gin rummy tonight after dinner (homework was done before dinner). So, we got comfy on the Batcave couch and played a few hands while “watching” a movie. Why did he leave mid-game? He also convinced DH to get some bowling practice in! You may remember that I’m not generally friends with Monday. But, if they were all like this, I’d be the Monday Fan Club president! [In the interest of full disclosure: I did two loads of laundry, managed correspondence, and walked before lunch; and I had an awesome shopping trip with Sharon this afternoon.]](https://photos.smugmug.com/Project365/2011-November-Launch/i-Df9GngM/2/b3547bcd/Ti/2011%2012%2012%20gin%20rummy%20004-Ti.jpg)
![<b>Day 38—9 December 2011
Well, that’s new!</b>
Friday is usually my favorite day of the week, when I generally take it a little easier, and concentrate on things I want to do. Today, however, I was putting out fires all day. In an attempt to ease my horrible mood, I engaged in a little nail polish therapy tonight. One of my sample treats at Sephora was this “Jack Black Hand Healer.” Say what?! [I just did a little research: There's a whole line of Jack Black personal care products for men. No indication that it's "that" Jack Black. Bummer.]](https://photos.smugmug.com/Project365/2011-November-Launch/i-9NSJnzD/0/a6facfb1/Ti/2011%2012%2009%20Sephora%20sample-Ti.jpg)
![<b>Day 28—29 November 2011
It’s a good thing he’s cute!</b>
From the “all’s well that ends well” department, I present to you my keys—distinguishable by the mini drumsticks. Yesterday, Tom somehow ended up with his <i>and</i> my keys at work. Once I had exhausted all the possible places I could have left them, I called him to see if he had them. Another unhappy discovery yesterday morning: the valet key that came with my new previously-loved vehicle almost a year ago doesn’t fit this car. After four additional calls, I reached one of my volunteer helpers (whom I had not previously met), who was able to come pick me up. It’s a good thing I had everything ready to go the night before. . . . <i>[Please note: No husbands were harmed in the writing of this caption.]</i>](https://photos.smugmug.com/Project365/2011-November-Launch/i-thfT8pS/3/2ad5a707/Ti/keys%202011%2011%2029-Ti.jpg)
